Breaking Enigma || The Imitation Game

◈ FIFTEEN- Churchill's Decision ◈

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All of the later part of the next morning, the Team were clustered in the beer hut talking rather loudly and gulping down pints of alcohol. While I was sat awkwardly quiet sipping at a glass of orange squash as an alternative.

"Remind me again," Hugh had said. "How old are you?"

"I'm twenty-seven. Or at least I was when I last checked," I replied, rolling my eyes at his attempted humour. "Not seven, as you're probably thinking."

"Really? I never would have guessed," smirked John as the others laughed along. I didn't mind because I knew they didn't mean it.

"Very funny, but I can tell that you lot would drink beer by the barrel-full."

"Of course we would," Charles said, gulping down the last of the remains in his glass. "So what?"

"It is bad for your health," I argued. "You'll all be dead by fifty if you carry on the way your are."

"Always the optimist," remarked Hugh sarcastically, lighting a cigarette.

"Nope. Just truthful," I insist shortly. From then on, somebody said anything about the matter...

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When the seven of us returned to Hut 8 a while later, Samuel rushed off somewhere saying 'it was urgent.' Allany was nowhere to be found. But did return a good half an hour later. She must have been running again, although there was no obvious indication that my guess was the truth.

I sat down to read and pulled out the small paper bag of barley sugars I got when I left home in September from my desk drawer. They were the most common wartime sweets, but will always remain my favourite.

I unwrapped on, putting the plastic wrapper into the bin and popped one into my mouth, savouring the sweetness. I then looked up to check the time, but was instead greeted by four staring pairs of eyes.

"What?" I mumble. "Have I done something wrong?"

"No, it's what you've done right," John answered, gazing downwards at the paper bag.

I said nothing, only pushed the sweets to edge of the desk as a gesture that he could help himself.

"Thank you, Kester," he smiled, taking a single barley sugar.

"You're welcome... Now who's the seven year-old?" I raise my eyebrow smirking, but John only rolled his eyes nonchalantly.

Looking to everybody else, who were still glancing at me expectedly, I said, "Help yourselves."

Carlton was the first to come over and with an eager expression; I could tell he liked barley sugars a lot. Anthony then took one too, saying his thanks. Hugh also reluctantly reached for one, but I could tell that he really wanted it.